Heinrich himself brought a personal guard of thirty people, all of whom were masters in both games and in reality, and they received money from Heinrich's family in both worlds, and they were also on a mission to hunt down Vittoria.

On the other hand, Sain and the other three Lion Knight Servants will act alone, they know Heinrich's background very well, and these ordinary thorny characters are very well-behaved in front of the real big people.

Even if Heinrich's captain of the guard gave them a soft nail that was not too big or too small, Sein happily fooled it and did not show any dissatisfaction.

He was a mercenary who took money to do things, and he didn't want to offend this kind of big money, and the last person to do so was now eating fruit in the Far South Forest.

With his ferocity, Sein occupies a leading position in the four-man squad, and although the other three players are also not good, Sain is even more evil.

The four-man team, which was nominally free to operate, was in fact under the control of Heinrich's personal guard.

"Do your own work, and report back to me as soon as you find your target." The captain of Heinrich's personal guard was dressed in white-gold armor, with a long dark red cloak hanging from his back, and his sword was made of gold and hollowed out of flowers, which was the work of the elves.

The reason why Seon was able to observe so closely was because the sword was lying across his neck, and the sweetness of the blade made half of Seon's face feel a little numb.

"Remember who you are, and don't get in our way, or you'll die." The captain of the guard slowly retracted his long sword: "We must take the first kill of that woman, and you are free to do so in the future." ”

Sein's face was as usual, but his heart was in MMP.

Vittoria's life was rewarded by Heinrich with a reward of 300,000 EU dollars, which was settled on a per-use basis.

Heinrich spent a few years in the game, and although his personality has changed a lot and he has seen a lot about it, he still doesn't want too many people to know that he was once beaten as a eunuch, otherwise this bounty will be directly released to all EU players in the Far South.

As the captain flicked his cloak, Heinrich's personal guards immediately dispersed and left the scene, wearing uniformly styled armor that was optimized for each class in detail, and equipped with the same dark red cape, embroidered with the family crest of the Heinrich family in gold thread - a dark gold shield.

Wearing white-gold armor and dark red capes in the jungle was a bit conspicuous, but these people clearly didn't care about the trouble with the appearance of the equipment, and the other players avoided the team wherever they passed.

No one wants to touch Heinrich's mold, EU players have endless work to do every day, except for the battle team that goes out to scout, the rest of the players must also cut down wood, dispose of wood, expand the camp, and expand the size of the port every day.

Although the EU people brought a lot of prefabricated parts from the mainland, there were still a lot of raw material gaps, and these expeditionary players had to bury their heads in hard work.

"How are they today?" Vittoria was washing her armor in a stream, and she stood in the middle of the stream, the deepest point just below her chest, and the clear stream immediately became muddy as the warrior dipped in.

The previously transparent stream of water gradually turned brown, and the blood clots in the cracks of those armor melted, both the blood of the enemy and the blood of the samurai herself.

"Everything works." Bypassing the stream polluted by the warriors, Anahota stood upstream and began to wash the arrows and spears she had used.

If given the opportunity, the Amazonian warriors will try to recycle the arrows and spears they shoot, they are used to being poor, and although the Seris are supersaturated with these consumables, the thrifty habits will not be changed for a while.

The arrows of these arrows basically need to be re-polished before they can be used, which is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also does not guarantee accuracy, and Anahote actually knows that she may not have time to polish them one by one in the future, but she still habitually cleans these second-hand arrows.

Her heart is a little messy, as an Amazon, Anahota is warlike and warlike, but when the war between players is laid bare in front of her, its cruelty is somewhat beyond the bottom line of Amazons.

Anahota didn't know how the Amazons treated war in the previous Amazon Empire, but in the Far South for hundreds of years, the Amazons sneaked up in the jungle, ambushed, set traps, and conquered one tribe after another in order to better survive.

They get food from the battle, they get the land, they get the food, they get everything they need, all for a purpose.

But wars between players are different, and wars seem to have no purpose, or the only purpose is to kill each other.

They were not short of food, they were not short of weapons, and Anahotta had observed the Seris and the Old Worlders, who were healthy, strong, and energetic at first sight, carrying well-armed weapons and wearing sturdy armor.

There is a wasteful attitude towards supplies, no one picks up arrows that have been fired, and even equipment from corpses is rare, unless the weapon or equipment is better than their own.

They kill for the sake of killing, and they fight for the sake of war.

Anahote was terrified of the presence of both sides, and for the past week, she had led her team to hunt nearly forty Old Worlders in the forest with Vittoria, who had been obsessed with finding their leader.

The Amazon warrior can understand Vittoria because she has a purpose.

Unlike hunting, they were tracking footprints, tracking enemies, watching them in the shadows, setting up ambushes or being spotted in advance that turned into a surprise attack, and Anahota felt that she had experienced a real big scene in these days before.

But just a few hours ago, the main force of the Seris appeared nearby, without reconnaissance, without temptation, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides at the first moment of meeting, and the frenzied scene gave Anahote the illusion that these people had come thousands of miles to the Far South to kill each other.

In less than an hour, more than four hundred corpses were left on the small battlefield, and the Old Continenters were at a disadvantage to contribute the vast majority of them, and then evacuated.

The Seris did not continue the pursuit, they found the corpses of their own people with laughter and laughter, and seemed to be satisfied with the previous battle, and Anahota could hear their laughter from a distance of dozens of meters.

They are the true race born for war.

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